I am not on a psych hold for 48 hours, not going on vacation, nor am I doing anything fun.
We should have an answer from the Grand Poobah of TSS service for Ryan in 48 hours. More than a year of work comes to this decision. All the paper gathering, the endless evaluations, the extra evaluations, the tears, the worries, the endless waiting, all of it is in their hands. Part of me is still so angry. How dare they make a decision in 48 hours on something we put so much blood, sweat, and tears into. Then again I am grateful that it is a quick decision because I am kind of holding my breath.
When our case manager called to tell me that the paperwork was submitted she immediately talked about what she could do to help me with the appeal process, if we had to go there. I can’t get my hopes up because we are Charlie Brown and they are Lucy with the football, taunting us, and eventually yanking it out from under us time and time again. Instead I am holding my breath. I am not sure what to do besides appeal if it is a no. I have quite a few readers who have offered to help me fight because their jobs have them in a position to help. For now I wait, anxiously.